Two swans glide across the still water, so calm that it seems as if the world stands still for a moment. The one in front moves with slow, controlled strokes; the other follows naturally, as if they share one thought. Their bodies mirror themselves in the smooth surface. The white of their feathers becomes a soft stain in the blue and grey of the pond.
Every ripple they leave behind draws away in graceful lines, but their mirror image continues to float along beside them almost undisturbed. The air is cool, the sun sinking low, casting a silver glow over the scene. No sound except the gentle lapping of water along their chests.
Those who see them cannot help but hold their breath for a moment. Two swans, two reflections, one movement.
My name is Zeno Swijtink.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a passion for nature. I especially enjoy wandering through nature and I like to be guided by my curiosity.
I have been lucky enough to travel through many different countries, often with my camera as..
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